"Ah?"
Lu Fengxuan was stunned for two seconds upon hearing it and glanced at Yan Liu, whose face contorted with anger, then cheekily said:
"If I had known his skin was that thick, I wouldn't have hit him. It hurt my hand."
Yan Xingcan smiled gently and said, "Next time, you won't have to do it yourself. Third brother can help you beat him up."
"Great!" Lu Fengxuan agreed, her face full of happiness.
Yan Liu, watching the two of them play off each other, felt like his heart disease was about to be triggered by anger.
"Fine, third brother, you really are my true brother! Now that you have a sister, I've become as insignificant as a blade of grass, huh? She hits me and you worry about her hand hurting. Is there no justice?"
Yan Xingcan chuckled, shook his head, and said to him, "You're clearly accepting Xiaoshi in your own way, but you just can't spare anyone verbally, which easily leads to misunderstandings."
